I was just about to ask about that. It was recommended to me for my DR650, but I didn't think it would fit my riding style...then again, I've never tried one. When it's more appropriate to start hating on things fill us in.

hi acesandeights!
Well, if you can wait, I was planning on doing the tire rant in a couple days.
Today I have 60 pics and tomorrow there are even more (plus video).
After that, I have a dead spot that is perfect for the stuff about tires.
Of course, if you need a tire right now and are on your way to the store...shoot me a PM.

Once we get to the tire day, I hope that rider914 will also chime in about his experiences with a K60.

Quote:

Originally Posted by VFR

I've ridden hwy 12 several times & it is a beautiful ride. Probably not so much if you like dirt but I ride a sportbike. I would last about 50 feet on the stuff you like but the scenery there is nice as well. At least you don't have to camp with touristas with screaming kids.....

hey VFR - you're right, it's a lovely ride.
It is.

But, I think that once a person sees huge vistas and incredible rock formations from remote dirt roads,
(with no one else around)
it kinda ruins the highway rides.
So many cars and trucks. Huge RVs. All that ugly man made stuff.
It's akin to viewing a beautiful wild animal in its natural habitat,
vs. seeing that same animal locked in a cage at the zoo.

I'm exaggerating, of course, but you get the idea.
Anyway, I don't mean to diminish your experience as a street rider...
I just hope to encourage you to get out in the dirt!

(p.s. I think we camp with touristas and screaming kids 1 night on this ride - Yellowstone)

OK, rider914 - capitol reef coming up!

Day 5: 6/26/12
Torrey, UT to Salina, UT 139 miles

Matt got up early and went over to the Bicknell post office to get our parts.
Thirty minutes later, he was back to install them.
(he did the speed limit this time )

Break out the tools. Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle.
Then we did some testing...
We put on our helmets...

Matt:"żEscucheme?"
me: "Bueno!"
I could hear him even more clearly now.

Now it was his turn...
me: "Can you hear me? can you hear me? what about now?"
Matt:"Bob Saget!! " (oh, that link's probably NSFW)

He STILL couldn't hear me at all. Not a bit.

Hoo boy. It was not a pretty morning after that.

There was wifi at the cabins so Matt hurriedly ordered brand new intercom units and had them overnighted to Salina, UT.
Which seemed to be our next destination.
There had been talk of Aaron coming with and doing the Black Dragon Wash with us, but now...

Matt and I were pretty wound up and I think our negative energy was harshing Cap’n underpants’ mellow.
Aaron was on vacation and wanted to sight see and enjoy the ride.

Meanwhile, us Wans were in “trail uber alles” mode and only cared about hammering out the miles.

Now, with this intercom drama, it seemed like a good time to part ways.
We had only planned on riding another day (or 2) together in the first place.
If he left now, Aaron would have enough time to go to Vegas and visit a friend,
instead of iron-butting straight home.

It was getting late, but we decided to stop at the Capitol Reef info center and get some maps.
Also, Cap’n underpants realized that he was screwed if he got a flat by himself,
so he went to go look for a pump or something.
He found a hand pump at a bicycle shop next door. Lucky!